Now, if I was a bricklayer,I wouldn't build just anything;
And if I was a ball player,I wouldn't play no second string.
And if I were some jew'lry, baby;
Lord, I'd have to be a diamond ring.
If I were a secret, lord, I never would be told.
If I were a jug of wine, lord, my flavor would be old.I could be most anything,
But it got to be twenty-four karat solid gold, oh.
If I were a gambler, you know I'd never lose,
And if I were a guitar player,
Lord, I'd have to play the blues.
If I was a hacksaw, my blade would be razor sharp.
If I were a politician, I could prove that monkeys talk.
You can find the tallest building,
Lord, I'd have me the house on top.
Oh, let's go!
All right, keep goin'!I'm the penthouse pauper;I got nothin' to my name.I'm the penthouse pauper; baby,I got nothing to my name.I can be most anything,'cause when you got nothin' it's all the same.
Oh, let's move to this song!
Lord, look at my penthouse.
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